"What do you mean? You just...fell out? But that has always happened, hell, for six years it has, Mione. Why are you staying away from him now?" Harry leaned forward in his seat of the Hogwart's Express, staring at the dark-haired girl in front of him. He pushed locks of shaggy black hair from his eyes, peering at her with quizzical green eyes. Her and Ron had gotten into a argument– again – this time leading to them falling out and "breaking up". They hadn't been officially dating but...
"We just...fell out, Harry! I can't explain it, you wouldn't understand," Hermione shifted uncomfortably in her seat, petting Crookshanks, who lay peacefully sleeping in her lap, we just fell out, Harry! you wouldn't understand."

"But you two have argued before, but it has never gone so far that you didn't let him see me! Hermione what is–" Harry broke off as the train jerked to a halt, a familiar ear-splitting scream of the trains horn echoing in the air. "I'll talk to you when the feast is finished, I suppose..." Harry muttered.

"Sure..." Hermione gathered her stuff and they set off out of the train.

"Firs' years follow meh tis' way!" Harry looked up, seeing the giant form Hagrid in the middle of a group of first years. "Hello, Hagrid!" Harry shouted over the crowd.

Hagrid lifted a massive hand, waving at Harry, "see yeh at th' school, 'Arry!" He called.

Once they arrived at the massive stone castle of the Hogwart's school, Harry followed Hermione and the rest of the group of sixth years into the Great Hall. As always, candles hovered up towards the ceiling, and fire lanterns lining the walls of the massive Hall. Tables lined the center, and at the very top was a stool, a very old hat resting on it. And at the very back of the Hall was the Teacher's table. The tiny Professor Flitwick, the Charm's teacher, sat upon many cushions to see over the table. The Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Snape (whom Harry despised) sat at the very end of the table, looking utterly disgusted as always. Professor Trewlany, the Divination Professor, was looking misty as ever with her oversized glasses. And the Potions teacher, Professor Slughorn, was sitting beside Hagrid, chattering aimlessly. And Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creature's professor. In the very middle of the table, sat the Headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore. He was jerked out of his thoughts however, when Hermione yanked him sideways, narrowly missing a seventh year student. "Blimey, Hermione!" He spat, "what was that for?"
"Ron!" Hermione hissed, settling down on the bench, at very end of the table. She pointed down the table, looking disgusted.

Harry followed her gaze, seeing his red headed friend sitting not to far away, as he sat down. "I really don't understand what is going on with you." He growled, just as the First Year's came in.

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

"RAVENCLAW!"

"GRYFFINDOR!"

"SLYTHERIN!"

Harry waited impatiently for the hat to finish sorting, barely heard a word Dumbledore said, and dug in as soon as the food came, barely noticing Hermione eating very slowly and hardly anything at all.

A while later, Harry and Hermione walked out of the hall (Harry hastily agreeing to wait for Ron to leave before them) chattering aimlessly.

"Mr. Potter? And, ah yes, Miss Granger is here to."

Harry and Hermione whirled around to see Dumbledore behind them, "hello, Professor!" Hermione greeted, way to excited to see him in Harry's opinion.

"Hello," Harry greeted quietly.
"Harry, I know you aren't going to like this news. But on Hermione's wishes, I have agreed to do it. I've never had to do this before..." Dumbledore started.

"Hermione's wishes? What?!" Harry exchanged a startled look with his best friend, before looking back at the Headmaster.

"Miss Granger and Mister Potter, you are both no longer Gryffindor's."

"WHAT?!" Harry almost screeched, turning the heads of the few students who had yet to leave the Hall. Harry thought he was going to faint. What had he done? Was he getting kicked from Hogwarts? Why was Hermione so happy? Why had she thrown a victorious fist in the air, and leapt so far off the ground, grinning like a mad-person? What the HELL what going on?! "I-I, Headmaster, this must be some mistake! Hermione, what the hell? Dumbledore?"
Dumbledore's expression didn't change, except for a slight glitter in his eyes, "it's for the greater good and safety of you two."
"Wait..." Harry stared at Dumbledore, dumbstruck, "are we being kicked out? What the hell is happening? Greater good?"

"No, no, Harry. You aren't being kicked out. But you are being moved to a different house. For reasons I cannot tell you yet, Harry," Dumbledore nodded at Hermione, who looked incredibly pleased with herself and Dumbledore.

"So...wait...what house...?"

"Oh yes, Dumbledore, you didn't say what house we are being moved to." Hermione spoke up.

Dumbledore was silent for a second, before smiling at the two, "what house? Oh, Slytherin."

Harry gaped, and at that moment felt like punching something, and at the same time curling up in a corner and dying.